Here's My Number

39

I don't have time to edit this before screentime turns on for me, so I'll edit tomorrow. Sorry if there are lots of mistakes.

"Take what you want," mom says, a pleasant smile on her face. She sits down at the table in the seat across from Jimin. "We always have plenty left over."

You reach for the plate of pancakes to dish up, but Jimin grabs your hand and pulls it away, giving you a stern look and then fixing his gaze on your mom. "You made this," he says. "I think you should dish up first."

Your mom blinks, her smile widening in surprise. "Thank you," she says, grabbing the plate of pancakes to dish herself up. "I like your manners."

Jimin smiles back, giving her a respective nod.

You pout and slouch in your seat, annoyed that you now have to wait. Jimin squeezes your hand and lets go, instead wrapping his arm around you, hand resting on your shoulder.

"So," mom says, putting the pancakes down and bringing the butter dish toward her. "You and Y/n are dating." She picks up a knife and begins spreading butter on her pancakes. You reach forward, eager to dish up yourself before the pancakes cool off.

"And Y/n is my daughter," mom continues. "So naturally, I have questions."

You freeze. What questions?

"I'm listening," Jimin says, not seeming the least bit worried. He sits in a nice posture and waits until you finish with the pancakes before he can dish up his own plate. Should I have waited for him to dish up before me? You wonder.

"I don't know you that well, so this is a great opportunity to get to know you, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"So, for my questions. How long have you known each other for?"

"Well," Jimin says. "I'm an exchange student. I've only been here since the beginning of August and we didn't really talk to each other for the first few weeks of school."

"Yeah," you butt in. "And I was the one to initiate conversation. Can you believe that mom? I'm social."

Mom snorts and puts her butter knife down, pushing the butter dish toward you. "Is this true?" She asks Jimin. He nods. "She gave me her number."

You shoot mom a cheeky grin. "Wow," she relies. "I didn't see that coming. Guess she just couldn't resist you could she?"

Jimin, instead of getting shy like you thought he would, answers with a bold tone. "She couldn't. She fell head over heels for me- quite literally," he says, flipping non-existent hair from his shoulder and winking at you.

I really did didn't I? You think. You raise an eyebrow at Jimin. But I don't know how deep my feelings go yet.

Mom giggles. "Polite and funny," she comments. "Anyway, what about your future? You're an exchange student, how long are you here?"

Your mind does a double take as it accepts the new idea. You didn't think about that. Jimin will eventually have to leave. What will happen then? Will this relationship only be temporary?

"I'm staying for the whole school year," Jimin says. "I leave in the summer. After that, I'm not sure what I'll do. I think I'm going to try and be either a dancer or a teacher."

One year. Would it be worth it to even continue as you are now? You'll develop strong feelings for each other and then have to forget all about it when Jimin's gone. Suddenly your pancakes don't look very good.

"What about Y/n?" Mom asks, voicing your concerns as if reading your mind. "How long do you think you're going to last together? I mean, it is a sensitive subject, but I'm curious."

Jimin purses his lips and looks at you, the thoughts flying around in his head visible through his eyes. "I haven't thought much about that," he says truthfully. "I want to see where this goes though."

You bite your lip as Jimin looks away, back toward your mother. "I forgot that I'm going to have to leave soon."

Mom nods. "Hey," she says. "Some long distance relationships work out."

Jimin nods. You pour yourself a glass of orange juice and begin to sip on it, hoping to calm your nerves.

"Have you guys kissed yet?" Mom asks. You frown. "Why do you want-" You begin. Jimin answers her first.

"Yes," he says. He leans toward you and kisses your cheek. "A couple of times."

Mom grins at you. "Now that's progress," she says. "For you, Y/n. Did you know, Jimin, that she's never kissed before? You're her first."

You put your glass back down on the table- a little too hard- and hide your blazing face in your hands. "Moooom-" you whine embarrassedly.

"Really?" Jimin asks. His hand falls from your shoulder as he leans forward into the table, his hand finding yours again. "I didn't know that."

"Yep," mom says. "And while you may have had experience-"

"Actually," Jimin pipes. "I haven't. She's my first too."

"No way," mom says. You lift your head out of your hands and peek at Jimin with wide eyes. "You?" Mom asks. "Never before- you've at least dated right?"

"Nope."

He has to be lying.

"With a face like yours?" Mom is totally befuddled now. "And your manners and humor and- you can't be serious."

"I am," Jimin says. "I didn't think it would be that surprising."

"It is," you say. "I figured people would go gay for you, even." Jimin blushes. "Really?" He asks, his voice small. Yeah. You're freaking beautiful.

Mom smiles. "So what made you want to date Y/n?" She asks. Jimin shrugs. "I don't know, exactly. There's just something..." he mumbles. He glances at you and then his eyes fall down to his hands. "I just really like her."

Mom hums in approval. "I think that's all I really needed to know," she says. A brief moment of silence passes. "Actually," she says. "There's one more thing."

You look up. Please stop. You know she's going to embarrass you. You can feel it in your gut. You hold your breath.

"Sex," mom declares. "You won't be expecting that will you?"

Your forehead meets the table and you stay there. Jimin coughs into his arm. "Oh-oh, um- no-no I don't- I can't- were not-"

Mom breaks out into a laugh. "Nah I didn't think you would," she says. "You're too sweet. Although, if you did, I wouldn't mind just so long as you wait until she's eighteen and you have protection and stuff."

You bang your forehead against the table multiple times. Please god, end my suffering. Let me die and never come back to this awkward conversation.

Jimin grabs your shoulders and pulls you back up. "Stop that," he says. "You've got a red mark on your head."

You shut your eyes. Nope nope nope. Not looking. Too awkward. If I can't see you, then you can't see me.

Mom's laughter fills the room and Jimin rubs his thumb along your forehead. "Jeez, Y/n," he says. "How have you not concussed?"

"Let me die," you whine. "I don't want to have this conversation."

And now Jimin's laughter joins the house in the room. You sigh, peeking an eye open. "Don't laugh at me," you squeak. "It's not funny."

Jimin lets go of your face and starts dishing up his own plate. "Then let's not talk about it and eat breakfast. I'm starving and this smells really good."

And with that, everyone begins eating. Mom with a flattered grin on her lips, Jimin with a light blush and faint smile on his face, and you with a red mark in your forehead.

Regardless of the awkward subject of before, a peaceful, happy feeling settled into the room. And you don't want it to end.

Hello lovelies, thank you for reading. I hope you have a good day/night. See you tomorrow!

-L